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Life is to death and death is to life May 1, 2009

LIFE IS TO DEATH AND DEATH IS TO LIFE

Ever since I took hold of my world and realized myself as an living entity I am spell bounded by how nature works,
since then life took me along with ups and downs , I did experienced it everyone wanted to live as he/she never will die,

I was brought up to see living people die every now and then and the media made it a daily news of blood and gore,
It was initially all murky and gray which eventually stored it self in my psych as just another day to day news of fray,

Days passed so did months and years , everyone is in hurry to acquire more and more to feed his ever growing hunger for money,
relationships are stranded and lies duality is built, no one cares for any one except for themselves in the ever accelerating gamble of life and strife,

Envy and hate is every where , ego full attitude roars out the streets, minds are bogged down with just one thing,
how to win, to defeat others, to set aside and do what ever it takes to get ahead in the race for existence,

When day delights and night bites Feb 4, 2009

Prolonged may be the historic isles surrounded by misty calm wild oceans living decades untouched by any humane force,

They are the testimony of nature nurturing beautifully abundant treasures,

Doeth we see not that they are isles where our soul goes to acquire peace, it’s none other than the neurotic pathways disconnected from our the rest of our holy network seeds,

Ever wondered what goes inside your psychology?
It amazes me every time I see world inside us the way it connects us to this physical entity,
It is spirit which experience our mortal bodies as it travels a predestined time,

It seems we all are a part of a mighty very exclusively crafted play, each one of us plays his/her part on the worldly stage and eventually decays,

Nature turns days into nights and than back into days,
I now see my life when day delights and night bites,


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The silk of pain Dec 10, 2008

Woven is every life with celestial magical threads of light,
We feel what is all woven into those threads making life alive,

Meandering through ins and outs of lumped ways,
I did not expected I would confront a broken loop a black hole,
Black hole of intense emotions sucking down in with no hope,

As blood drained into the veins from our feeble hearts,
It gives away one more beat to stay to the rhythm which defines existence as art,

I groveled at each instance a wound is made,
The very fabric of spirit stained and strained,

Moving ahead with every pain I endured,
I now got addicted and sense it all as silk of pain

It’s all smooth and tranquil forbidden memoirs,
It’s all which I kept along living sorely into my own choir,

I doeth not broke away from the threads all messed up intermingled, I doeth not strayed from the hurting part,

I soak away it all into the silk of pain lying into
The emotive volcanic heart insane,

I let foggy strings fade into the weaved pattern,
I let it all take over me time and time again,

I let it bound to the stitches I made with soul,
I let the strings make their way around into me,


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